He should have given her the card last night. He’d thought about it, back on the street after he’d saved her from the loser thugs that he’d wanted to shred piece by piece. He’d thought about it. But he put it off when she looked up at him with those emerald doe eyes, bravely fighting back the tears of embarrassment and fear. He’d promised himself he’d give it to her at the gas station, then. Yet he’d put it off at the gas station when she’d smiled up at him in amazement, seeing his world through his glasses, and looking far too cute for someone wearing oversized sun glasses at night. Then the pack of Rabids had shown, and he’d had to get her out of there quickly. The incident had reminded him of just how fragile her existence was in this world. This in turn had reminded him of why he’d never wanted to even attempt gaining friends. Because in the end, huge parts of his life were majorly screwed up, and those screwed up parts had a way of seeping into every ounce of his life.
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